So arrogant!
How dare he not look directly at him, the dignified Young Master Three Swords!
If I don't let this kid die tragically under my sword, I will be unworthy of my reputation in the martial arts world!
The sword was sharp, and both men and swords rushed to Chen An in an instant.
Bang!
A muffled sound!
Suddenly, Hua Song's eyes widened, and he could hardly believe his eyes.
The energy in his body was steaming, he had already used up all his strength!
But... the guy opposite him actually grabbed his sword blade with his hand so lightly!
How is that possible!!
Although his sword was not a magic weapon, it could cut through iron like mud. He was at the peak of the Xuanxu Realm, a whole realm higher than the opponent. How could he be caught by someone like that!
Looking at Chen An's hand that was holding his sword, there was no trace of blood...
A sense of panic suddenly came over me.
"You..." Hua Song's voice was trembling.
Chen An grinned, revealing his white teeth, and his smile was so harmless.
But in Huasong's eyes, it was simply the smile of the god of death, which made Huasong feel cold all over.
Hua Song pulled his sword hard in horror!
but!
It didn't move at all, just like his sword, which was integrated with Chen An's hand.
“Give it to me!”
Chen An exerted force instantly and pulled the sword blade towards himself!
Hua Song was horrified as he saw himself being dragged over, but Chen An didn't even exert any effort.
Suddenly!
Hua Song dropped the hilt of the sword in panic, turned around in an instant, and shot away like a gust of wind.
At this moment, the old beggar's voice could be heard from behind: "Catch him! That robe is of very good quality!"
"Old Tang, don't panic!"
Instantly, Chen An raised the hand holding the sword blade, grinned and shouted: "You cheap bastard, don't run away, I will return it to you!"
Swing your arm!
boom!
The long sword made a buzzing sound and turned into a ray of light, rushing straight towards Hua Song who was fleeing for his life.
Phew!
The long sword pierced through Huasong's back!
Hua Song's body stopped abruptly, he lowered his head and looked at the tip of the sword that was piercing him. Drops of blood came out from it and dripped onto the ground.
"A strong person pretending to be a Mysterious Spirit Realm person...shameless and despicable..."
Bang!
Hua Song fell to the ground, his eyes bulging, and he was dead.
Chen An stood next to Hua Song, grabbed the hilt of the sword, pulled it out, and wiped the blade clean on Hua Song's body.
He stretched out his finger and flicked it.
Buzz...
"It's acceptable, Old Tang, don't you think?" Chen An turned and looked at Old Tang.
Chen An heard footsteps coming from behind, but did not hear any response from Old Tang.
I turned around in confusion and immediately saw Old Tang's face full of bitterness and hatred.
"Old Tang, why does your face become like a horse's face?" Chen An was stunned.
"You bastard, what a waste! Where is the robe I want?" Old Tang pointed at the dead Hua Song.
There was a hole running through Huasong's robe from front to back, so it was naturally torn and stained with blood, and it was obviously unusable.
"Uh... it's unlucky for a dead person to wear it. Let's go to town and I'll buy it for you." Chen An laughed dryly.
"It's unlucky. How many of us wore it before!" Old Tang said with a look of annoyance: "Even if we have money, we can't waste it!"
“…” Chen An was speechless.
But he quickly squatted down, took out a small bag of gold and silver from Hua Song's sleeve, and threw it to Old Tang: "Is that enough?"
Old Tang opened it and his eyes lit up: "Enough, enough, you still have a conscience!"
Chen An was a little disappointed: "If I had that woman's ability, I could open this guy's sleeves and there would definitely be good stuff inside!"
"What good stuff is there? This kid is so poor." Old Tang said with a sneer.
Chen An was stunned and looked at Old Tang: "How did you know?"
Old Tang rolled his eyes and said, "Look, there's only half a gold ingot and five silver ingots, and you're still a Jianghu person."
"Uh... Old Tang, are you bloated?"
"What's expanding?"
"Your horizons have become higher now. In the past, if we could get a little change, we would be happy for a few days." Chen An said earnestly, "Old Tang, don't forget your original intention!"
Bang!
Chen An was instantly hit on the head by Old Tang.
Chen An glared: "Old man, you hit me again!"
"You've grown so strong that you dare to teach me a lesson!"
"..." Chen An glared at Old Tang unhappily. He didn't want to argue with the old man. After all, he was his relative!
Chen An turned around and saw Huangfu Yu and Anfu standing in the distance, looking at him timidly.
He immediately laughed and said, "What are you looking at? Have you never seen such a handsome and elegant chivalrous knight? Come here!"
Huangfu Yu was a little hesitant. After all, it seemed abnormal that Chen An came back.
However, Huangfu Yu still walked over and said, "Young Master Chen, thank you so much for saving my life again!"
After saying this, Huangfu Yu extended his hand to Anfu and said, "There are still 20,000 taels of gold notes to be given to Young Master Chen."
Bang!
Huangfu Yu's eyes widened instantly, looking at Chen An's hand that had just hit his head and then retracted: "You..."
"What? Young Master Chen? Call me big brother!" Chen An looked at Huangfu Yu with high spirits.
Huangfu Yu covered his head with his hands, obviously feeling a little pain.
And...this is the first time in my life that I've forced someone to hit my head.
Chen An grumbled in his heart, no wonder that old fellow, Old Tang, always hits me on the head, it turns out it feels pretty good to hit me!
Soon, Huangfu Yu seemed to understand and immediately knelt on the ground: "Brother, please accept my humble respect!"
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